This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses,
organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product
of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any
resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is
entirely coincidental. All characters in this fictional story are 18
or older.

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Copyright 2012 Beginnings Press

ISBN-13 (epub): 978-1-62602-005-4

“Looks
like I picked the wrong night to get laid.”

Hearing this, Jodie
Underwood’s head turned. Jodie was dressed, as usual, in an
untucked flannel shirt and baggy jeans. The clothes almost but not
quite concealed her thick curvy figure. She touched her short dark
spiked hair and thought: Holy shit, Rebecca Drysdale is drunk!

Her object of scrutiny,
Rebecca, was in Gap khaki pants and an expensive Chanel T-shirt,
leaning against a wall. Rebecca conformed to every stereotype of what
a senior cheerleader captain should look like: tall, long blonde
hair, big boobs, a flat stomach, and a perfect, dazzling white smile
when she chose to flash it. Jodie had often wondered how much her
orthodontics had cost. It didn’t really matter; her father, Bob
Drysdale, had plenty of money from his chain of car dealerships. He
had married a beauty queen. Luckily for their daughter, Rebecca had
inherited her mother’s genetics and not her father’s. Her father
was a short, squat troll.